***writers note of hand : this is a revised version of what is one of my frequently asked stories. Some things have been changed from the master so even early fans and new subscriber can savor it. I simply am posting the first Chapter to get feed back since the briny site refused to publish my account for some cause it been a whole week since I first hit the issue button I 'm hoping the forum can send some provender back. That being said the chronicle is long and I understand if you ca n't read that long of a story so I recommend you get a warm drink relax in your most well-heeled billet and be tranposted to a world of fantasy. Please savor the read. ***



Chapter One
The commencement steps.

On a lonely route leading into the meddlesome business deal village of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a fine cloggy river rat coat. The man had his hood up around his head to blockade the cold gentle wind that blew up to his left. The stranger walked down the route past the mostly vacant fields where nearly of the harvest have already been harvested. retentivity of his own childhood helping his elderberry bush sister and Padre harvest and clean the harvest weeks before the first frost came to listen as he passed the field of battle. That should be around this time as being on the North Island the starting time snow fall regularly starts in about two workweek after the arrival of the eleventh new moon.

The village of Knostvill is in the easterly voice of the Union Island under the rule of big businessman Bach and his well funded knight of the fifth Draco white Godling. They are the master force that baron Bach uses to hold his atomic number 26 grip around the North Island that has been used to civic warfare all over control of the rivers that cut through the Second Earl of Guilford Island for trade wind that is the back bone of the economy of the North Island. The civil state of war have been long over and the N Island has prospered under the guidance of male monarch Bach even if his rule as business leader of the magnetic north Island has been struck with outside influence.

Walking down towards the huge wooden gate the alien can see the Hill on the former side of meat of the village that has the one-time Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree in the Knotsvill through the gate entryway. Memories of of late summer picnic with his father, mother, and sis after a hard days work come to mind as he steps through the gate. Evenings topped off with a sweet candied yield as payment for working so hard with Padre out in the landing field given to his elder sister and him by his mother. near autumn days would end like that after working before Sun up till Sun down there would be a sweet as a reward a highlight of the day sometimes when the harvest did n't grow as good as end twelvemonth his sister would give him half of her sweet to end his hunger pains.

Once in the settlement he looked around it 's much more different then what he remembers from his puerility. The once little but wealthy village was often left undefended, but now there is a watchman tower near the gate even if the precaution lays in it snoozing it 's a immense melioration. The building mostly new looking were not made of wood, but now are made of solid brick and Lucy Stone nothing like how most of the buildings used to be back in his younger years. These new buildings made Knotsvill much More cramp as the building left very little space in between each other. One of the new building the stranger noticed is a heavy pub that has it 's lights on and seemed to have most of the citizenry that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to stick out as much the stranger headed towards the pub hoping to rest his fundament and entrance up on a previous dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a piddle peel filled with the foul ale the stranger has ever smelled in his life. As the alien passed by these men an old man wearing decent clothing with bushy lily-white eyebrows and a corking poor beard finished his swig of the H2O tegument and exhaled once he saw the stranger pass in battlefront of him.

'' Hey ! Yeah you with the coat. I know you do n't I ? '' the old drunk says while he swayed back and forth as he spoke. `` Ya'daft son ? I 'm speaking to ya'I is. ''

The alien stopped walking and turned to face the rummy. The wino smelled just as bad as his dank urine peel filled with ale and a speck of dried peeing. `` What in the nine visitation do you want old timekeeper. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his outdo to withstand the old man 's olfactory sensation.

'' Hey watch your clapper Whitney Moore Young Jr. one. I 'm a respected merchandiser in this settlement. '' The old man spoke as the repose of the drunk laughed at his exaggerated sense of brilliance. `` Hey. I know you do n't I Whitney Moore Young Jr. one ? ''

The stranger grew tired of this wino failing memory. `` No you drunk I do n't associate myself with drunks or merchandiser so I really doubt you know me at all drunk. ''

'' Of course I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The rummy old man spoke with a bit Thomas More sense of limpidity almost as if he sobered up for a schism secondment. `` Your mother owned what is now my store your father land was the copious soil of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the demise and kill. ''

Talvers there 's a name the stranger hasn't heard spoken in half a biography time. `` I 'm not. Your storage is failing you drunk. '' The stranger spoke as he pushed past the old drunk and went into the pub.

'' moldiness 've. The Talvers boy was n't such a glowering mannered fry ! '' The old rummy says furling his brow and taking another swig of the ale filled body of water skin as the others protest him taking an excess swig.

Once in the pub the unknown saw a lively scene of men drinking and eating at tables while bar maiden move through out the pub with trays to the full of countenance of ale and beers. Some men played a dice secret plan called mayhem next to a bard who tried to sing of a story of the Crimson stripe while playing his drawstring official document over the battle cry of bar maidens fighting off the occasional advance of bibulous men. The unknown saw a alone seat near the bar where he can order a beer to wash away out the dust from his locomotion out of his pharynx. While walking up to the bar he noticed a few non humans sitting near the back some looked like slave elves while one stuck out as a dwarf sharing her pitcher of beer with the slaves.

Many of the humanity seemed ok with the non humans sitting in the same pub drinking with them. Very liberalist thinking the unknown thought to himself as most human in the North Island are in fact racist towards non humans making them live in divide often walled off ghettos. As the stranger sat on the bar stool he noticed it was wobbly and warm also taking note that the barman is walking up to him. `` You would do considerably to take your beer and determine someplace else to drink son. '' The bar tender says as he puts his hired man on the bar top.

The barman has a bald head shiny from sweat with a long handle bar mustache above his back talk he is in trade good human body for a man of his age then again he must be to be able to discard broke drunks who ca n't pay their tabs out of the pub. `` That prat is reserved and trust me you do n't want to piss that guy off. He likes to bulge conflict and make bother. Its not worth the fanny trust me there is always more seats in the back with the non human race. '' The bartender says to the stranger as he puts a looking glass of beer in presence of him.

'' Thanks for the warning old man, but I can have attention of myself besides I 'm not making any plans to stay long. '' The stranger takes the mug of beer in his gloved helping hand and drinks all of it in one big gulp washing down the rubble from his long walk to Knotsvill from Drowton a haven small town even further north near the coast.

'' The name Gordon where you from stranger ? '' The bartender asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't take in the look of a traveling merchant or a storekeeper from a guild. '' Gordon stares at the man in front of him. He wore a okay river rat coating and what seemed to be a dark blue shirt and noticed his pants were dusty Thomas More than likely from a long base on balls earlier in the day when the fart was much solid.

'' I 'm not a traveling merchant or a tradesman. Just a traveler looking for person. '' The stranger said as he pulled his toughie off revealing his scared up face. The scar that stuck out the most was a fresh one that went from the top of his skull down past his leftfield eye, but besides that scar the unknown face is covered in small mark some old and faded while some still have a slight red to them revealing how fresh they are.

'' Bounty Hunter are you ? '' The mixologist says as he looks around for any known criminals or wanderers with bounties on their heads. `` Just do me a party favor take away the fighting outside I 'd rather not cleanse up any Thomas More lineage then I already have to. ''

The alien was about to say something when he noticed the pub gone silent. `` Who 's that sitting on my seat ? Ta'fuck ya'think ya'are ? '' A booming voice said from the pubs entrance. `` Seating ya'ass in my rear end. ''

The stranger coolly turned around with his mug of beer in his hand. The man that is quite bothered by his fundament being taken is six foundation magniloquent and as so astray he has to enter the pub turning sideways to fit through the threshold. He has strand chain mail covering half his body from his head draped down to half way down his chest with tough looking obliterate pants adorned with some boar skull on the social movement as some sort of belt buckle. The behemoth had a wabber diddley night club tied around his body with a rope. Wabber jack clubhouse are wooden clubs drilled hole filled with an Fe core to add strength to it.

'' Your accent is North Island, but your no Lord. '' The unknown tells the behemoth in front of him. No Sooner had the language left his oral fissure then the unit pub seemed to bring a whole tone back giving the behemoth outer space to walk. The stranger took no judgment as the giant took a few steps closer to him as he drank his beer.

'' Ta'Lucifer do ya'be babbling about ? '' The behemoth asked as he stopped walking and tried to study the stranger.

'' Only a Lord or somebody of Lordly statute title can restrain reserves on anything even wobbly stools in bullshit covered saloon. '' The stranger said after he swallowed the live of his beer and turned around to order another noticing the barman is now at the end of bar.

The behemoth blinked twice before he spoke up roaring out at no one in particular in the crew of villagers in the pub. `` He just told me to stuff off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a second to comprehend just how mad he really is the behemoth continued. `` You fucking shaft felter ! '' The giant yelled out as his face got bang with angriness he rushed over to the alien getting to him with almost bewitched velocity. The titan grabbed the strangers shoulder tightly and with relaxation he flung the unknown who flies past the Pub doorway past all of drunk men loitering in front of the pub crashing into a wooden cart.

The drunkard men looked at the mess in front of them where they expected the stranger to be dead or at the very least mutilated. The stranger stirs in the wreckage of broken wood as he got up and dusted off his river rat coat just as the behemoth roared out of the pub. Soon as he did the radical of men scattered out of his way. The behemoth stood there surprised that the unknown is still standing. `` Ya'a tough whoreson aren't ya ? Good not many actually get to hump my name before I pummeled them into a paste of meat that I wipe off my nine. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the one C bandits and I- ''

'' What did you call me ? '' The stranger says interrupting Bunkosh as he was about to brag about how many men he has killed.

Bunkosh blinked twice noticing the man was more angered over being called a cock felter then how he was flung like a child 's doll. `` Ya'fucking mad man. Ya'got balls on ya'I 'd give ya'that. someone commend to put that on his gravestone. This man here had some egg on him. ``

'' What did you call me ? '' The stranger said his spokesperson filled with more angriness the second clock time he had to repeat himself. He cranes his cervix and looks up staring at Bunkosh defiantly.

The midget adult female who was sharing her ale with the ELF yelled out from the crowd. `` pecker felter ! He called you a cock felter twice ! '' Some of elves chuckled while the sleep looked scared and kept quite hoping to not start any trouble. The whole village seems to be up now looking on at the two men sizing each early up.

The stranger calmly walked up to Bunkosh and drew a line on the dirt in front of him with the tip of his rush. `` You wo n't nominate it past this wrinkle while awake and on your foundation. '' The stranger says as he stands perfectly still a few animal foot in front man of Bunkosh.

'' Ya'think so little man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a complete lunatic. `` Ya'lost your intellect if ya'think ya'can best me. It 's all right tho'I 'll just possess to beat some sense back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the unknown like a wild brute.

The alien stood still until Bunkosh was almost on top of him then he flipped his river rat coat to the position and jumped up driving his articulatio genus into Bunkosh poke with lifelessly precision. The blow caught Bunkosh by over surprise he couldn't even block the Sceloporus occidentalis articulatio genus if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his font slamming down on the line the stranger drew in the stain he is completely unconscious mind while his nose is steadily oozing blood.

The crowd around the pub is awe struck. Bunkosh has been hassling the villagers for the preceding week. Even the knights that guard the Mayor have been hesitant to act on him and his ring of bandits that take to the road just beyond the settlement of Knostvill. This has encouraged Bunkosh to bully the villagers to basically do anything he desired. While the villagers knew that Bunkosh layed fallen has elevated his hold on the village this will anger his patron and might cause the brigand to attack the village even this stranger who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a danger to them.

The non humans immediately spread out to give this man a wide-eyed birth to walk. The man villagers kept there center on him one-half scared, but trying their adept to not exhibit it. The stranger did n't discommode to look at any of them besides he was still preoccupied with finding the man he is looking for and finishing his drink. Soon as he came to the behind Gordon strolled over a grin on his face. `` Glad you took fear of him. He 's been a bit of a pain in the neck to us here for quite some time. ''

'' He should 've sleep with near then to irritate a man in middle of his boozing. '' The alien says as he looks at the empty methamphetamine in front man of him.

Gordon takes the hint and pours the man a beer. `` Yeah lots of fights start that way around here. You would think the great unwashed would be more than civilized up in this part of the north, but truth be told much has n't changed since the inner warfare. ''

'' You served ? '' the stranger asked as he drank his beer. The repose of the pub seemed to go back to normal as if a giant of a man was n't toppled over in forepart of the pub.

'' Aye under good King Flanjur. third base yield son of the latterly Martin Luther King Auntur the Great, but truth be told his land had a carnival sense of rule. The mayor served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once Good Rex Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his brother King Johann Sebastian Bach. King Flanjur suffered such a poor death too I was there till the terminal of us when King Flanjur angled for our rubber escape in exchange for his life. I still honor his rule in this pub where non homo and humans can interact without danger as there are no enquiry agents allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrait of trade good big businessman Flanjur the kindest king of the inner war.

The inside warfare were a series of long drawn out wars for power between King Bach second born his senior brother Duntur rightful heir to the throne and new brother Flanjur who rejected the theme estimate of the Inquiry a religious sect that believe that humans are meant to reign all on the talent no matter the toll. Ultimately the one who won the regulation of all of the North Island was King Johann Sebastian Bach thanks to his mercenary ground forces along with his knights funded by the Inquiry who gained a closemouthed seat to the king as a wages for their loyalty.

'' A respectable king he was I heard of him. Stories of his valour reached far past the due north Island although not to sound insensitive, but have you a way for sale as my feet grow tried of the road. '' The stranger asked Gordon as he stretched out his arms to magnify his pauperism for a room.

'' Aye we have one. It 's reserved to our hunter, but I 'm sure as shooting you do n't care about that. '' Gordon says as he refilled the strangers cup.

'' A Orion you say ? '' The stranger asked intrigued as he sips on his beer.

'' Aye a hunter works for the small town medical exam pusher. She be out on the Hunt for the past two nighttime. '' Gordon says as he looks over towards the non humankind.

'' She ? '' The alien asks as he nearly chokes on his beer. `` Did you say she as in a cleaning lady ? ''

'' Aye she as in a…woman. Works for the medical pusher gather ingredient to pop the boils and other usual problem of the Greenwich Village. '' Gordon says thinking the stranger may be a bit daft in the head as he picked a fight with a man twice his size and ca n't wrap his head around a female hunter.

'' Never mind the person I 'm looking for is n't here at all. How much do I owe for the drinks ? '' The stranger asked as he stood up from the bar.

'' On the house my expert booster. keep your finsta for the inn down the road. '' Gordon says as he takes the empty mug away from the bar top. `` Good lot on your search. ''

The unknown walks away from the pub pulling his hoodlum back up to choke up the cold air of the Nox. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious physical structure and heads back out to the forest where he set up a diminished camp earlier that day. As he walked down the shite track guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the swarm in the night sky a tree caught his eye. The tree had a single Fe ball shot embedded into the body.

The stranger placed his hand over the iron ball feeling the grain change from the smooth metallic feel of the branding iron clump to the rough feel of the tree bark. The memory of his last night in Knotsvill flooded back into his head. It was a late summertime dark much like any other with him and his baby helping their Father-God load up the go-cart to be taken to market place the next sunup. The last sack full of vegetable were packed away now his sister and him raced back to the home to get the confection they earned today.
They ran straight from the barn past the fountainhead and onwards to the house they lived in. That 's when they heard a horse galloping at them from the logic gate that leads from the hamlet to their minor farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbor jump of his sawbuck and talk to their founder they ran up to the two men and only heard the end bit of the conversation. `` The townsfolk we must get their quickly before they come to our farms ! '' Their neighbor says as he jumps back on his buck and depend on back to the Ithiel Town in a full gallop.

His sister and him went to their sire who shakes his read/write head as their neighbor rides back down towards the village. `` tike in the house go with your mother. '' Then the sound of a horse neighing took them all by surprisal. Their neighbor sawhorse ran down the road throwing his rider on to the ground. As three men covered in rough hide and leather armor chopped their neighbor in pieces with prominent clivers. `` In the house now ! ''

They ran to their mother who had a strewing gun in her hired man quickly loading the gun as his sister passed a hand pistol to her father and loaded another shooting iron. His Father-God grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning side by side to the threshold and got make to fight the bandit. With a quick aimed stroke he took one of them down then stabbed the another with the pitchfork driving it and the man to the primer twisting it making sure to drink down the brigand. When a handgun barb smashed right into his fathers skull. The bandit charged past the doorway and got a belly broad of sawhorse dig from the strewing gun.

His Sister and him then left the bandit bleeding out on their storey as their female parent dropped the scattering gun and took them past the farms into the woods. They stayed in the tree line of business barely able-bodied to pass water out the rocks and corner source that jut out of the flat coat as they walked around the village. Half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a flack was now raging in the middle of the Greenwich Village. Their female parent encouraged them to keep moving on and not to pay any attention to the horrors going on around them.

The auditory sensation of decease, rape, and general havoc surrounded the mob well past the settlement as subsister tried to fly from the village only to be hacked down by bandit on horseback. Now deep in the woods near the main trade path to the Benjamin West the family layed low hoping to avoid the bandit. The speech sound of bandit riders charging up and down the road scared him and his Sister who looked at their mother wondering what to do next. Their mother was also at a lost knowing the village was done for and the nearest Greenwich Village was Lowton a upright days walk from where they are both the young child wo n't be able to make the tenacious walk through the wood and past the river.

'' Listen here kid stay close to each other. Mommy going to get help Charisa stay with your buddy do n't let him out of your pile. I 'll be back before you know it. '' Their Mother said tucking them into a cavity under a gravid tree diagram marking it with a cross of Galvalis the mother of light with her ear mob so the mother Goddess can watch over her children as she tried to hit it to Lowton and back with men to drive the bandits off.

The hours ticked away and the feeling like their mother abandoned them soon washed over him and his sister. Charisa decided to peek out once she heard someone walking towards them hoping it 's their mother back with help. She still had her father pistol with her so she slowly cocked it and peeked her promontory out in sheath of it being bandits. Only to be grabbed by a rather marvelous and foul-smelling bandit along with another bandit on horseback as he kept watch over his comrade.

'' await what we have here. mustiness 've missed all the action at law hiding in this tree. '' A brigand said holding his older sister by her pilus like a prized lapin newly from a James Henry Leigh Hunt. `` What 's your name Brigham Young one ? ''

'' She does n't expect that young to my eyes. '' Said the bandit on horseback as he ogled her body with a lascivious face on his face.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The other bandit agreed as his centre also wondered over his elder sister 's compressed youthful body.

The young sidekick came charging out of the tree cavity swinging at the bandit holding his sister only to be kicked away like a plebeian mutt by the much larger potent bandit.

'' Ah. She has a belittled one with her. might be worth something to a slaver do n't you think ? '' The brigand on horseback asked the other bandit looking at the offspring boy holding the spot where he was kicked.

That 's when Charisa pulled out her father pistol loose from her belt and shot the bandit holding her by her hair directly in the fount. Catching him by sodding surprise as his drumhead wiped back from the iron globe wallop.

'' You lilliputian ca-ca ! '' The bandit on horseback yelled out as he pulled his cleaver out and made his way to her.

'' Run ! '' Charisa yelled out as she ducked his swing and tried to recharge the pistol with iron ball. `` Do n't rest here he 'll get us both. Run ! ''

The bandit turned his gymnastic horse and went for another baseball swing and got Charisa just after she finished reloading the side arm. He laughed as her humble consistency was lifted in the air and fell behind a fallen rotted tree log.

The immature brother now was left completely alone with this creature of a man. He looked for anything he could use to fight back himself. He spotted a with child thick tree diagram branch and struggled to peck it up.

The brigand heard him struggling to swipe the ramification. `` Oh, I almost forgot about you. I guess one hard worker is better then none. '' He said as he began to trot his horse closer to him. `` Do n't skin now or I might have to hurt you like I did to your niggling supporter there. ''

The unseasoned chum managed to pick up the branch and swing it at the horse as he balanced himself on the formal of his feet using all his strength to swing the heavy subdivision into the horses chest. This caused the horse cavalry to buck wildly and tip over the bandit on top of it. The brigand fell hard just on the former side of the fallen log. The young brother picked up his subdivision and raised it over his head letting it fall on top of the brigand skull. Then he picked it up and restrain hitting the brigand principal until he heard the skull chap and the brigand stopped breathing.

The unseasoned brother looked over the log at his sis 's lifeless body when he saw the side arm that belonged to their forefather laying next to her. He picked it up and began to start walking in the Saame cosmopolitan counsel he thought his mother went in the Leslie Townes Hope to run into her.

The unknown day dream was broken up by a eldritch cry. He lifted his head and waited for the sound again. This fourth dimension he heard it loud and clear it was a wild boar screech and heading powerful towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low suspension subdivision and he pulled himself up into the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. He look down and saw the three metrical unit tall wild boar looking right up at him his tusk sharp as any blade with purple center a clear foretoken that the boar was hexted.

The boar screeched again and circled around the Tree. Making it clear that the wild boar has decided to wait for him to come in down. The stranger decided that he rather not birth to divvy up with the boar so will wait him out. Leaning back on the tree with his hired man tucked behind his head he started to fall asleep.

The nap was short lived as the stranger felt something awry with the boar quietly facing away from the corner instead of rubbing it 's tusk on the tree barque. Then three quick split second of silver came out of the bushes on the diametric side of the tree followed by the Sus scrofa squealing loudly in pain. The unknown peeked down seeing the flashes of atomic number 47 were in fact arrow that were shot into the boar side of meat just in time to see two throwing blades be flung at the wild boar but young woman hitting the tree trunk instead. The boar charged at the bushes, but was stopped when a long wooden stave poked out of the George H.W. Bush and smacked the primer coat repeatedly.

Then out of the George Walker Bush came an elf womanhood. She had a brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the alien saw she wore a dark green shirt with tight brown gasp and tough leather boots. The elf char came down with the staff slamming the violent boars head making a loud thunk haphazardness echo in the motionlessness of the night air.

'' Gotcha now ! '' The elf womanhood says in a Ortanish elf idiom. `` Think twice before you succumb to the wishes of the Dark Wizard ! ''

The whole scene was quite uproarious to the stranger as he watched the elf scolded the boar for being hexted. He kept tranquillize wondering just how the elf woman might subdue the wild hexted boar.

The elf adult female began to smile thinking she caught the boar by surprise as she circles around him her staff pointing right at the wild boar. `` Now you will be judge by the Supreme Being in the nine trials. Prepare for death ! '' The elf woman yells out as she begins to beat the wild boar with her staff to no service the wild boar just shrugged off the swats from the faculty.

The wild boar snorted and charged at the elf cleaning woman who pounded the staff on the ground and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another blade to the boar hitting it on the roast of the shoulder blade causing it to slow down significantly. The boar squealed in pain and went to charge again this time the charge is much more indolent thanks to the steel driving itself ever deeper with every gradation it takes.

The elf cleaning woman stood on top of the her stave with a much larger blade in her hand. `` I will now have you to die you insolent blaspher of honest boars ! '' With a diva towards the boar the elf cleaning woman managed to get the vane into it 's back causing it to screech in botheration. The elf woman rolled on the ground and realized her blade was now stuck into the boar back. `` Ah. Crap. ''

With her blade embeded into the wild boar and her wooden faculty left behind the boar she was now essentially disarm. She tried to reach for a pointer in her trembling when she saw the boar turning and electric charge at her. The stranger has seen enough not wanting the humans to meet having the loss of such a funny elf he pulled out his Talavinny battle axe out from his English and jumped down from the branch.

The attack was a surprise to the elf woman and the boar as he manage to kill the hexted boar by driving the axe into the boars skull. The elf woman gasped once she saw the human kill the hexted Sus scrofa in one swing music.

'' Gah'olly ! '' The elf woman exclaimed her amazement for the solid human which was unforesightful lived as she now saw him struggling to free his axe from the boars skull.

'' Damn beast let my axe free ! '' The stranger mumbled as he tried to rip his axe free from the boar carcass.

'' Hey ! That was my putting to death. You know he is mine by right. '' The elf cleaning lady says as she steps around the beat boar and picks up her staff.

'' Oh…yeah ? Well who killed it ? By my right it should be mine. '' The stranger says feeling the axe start to turn over way.

'' I hunted this wolf for two dark. Lost half my quiver looking for this boar besides what can you do with a lump of dead hexted essence ? '' The elf woman says as she pokes the boar with her staff to make believe surely it 's perfectly.

'' pot like eat it 's meat, but tell you what since you hunted this beast and wounded it you can take in whatever substance you desire. Then since I did kill it saving your living mind you I 'll restrain the rest. '' The stranger says after he pulls his axe free sending particle of line of descent flying from the boars skull and landing on the elf woman.

He noticed her fare looks for the first metre. Her face thinly, but not gaunt with a small spunk shaped olfactory organ dispirited eyes with small sprinkles of orange in them. Her top tall clearly not a elf born from slaveholding with promising brown hair covering her auricle. The way she carried herself and looked reminded the stranger of the Southern plain pixy, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf accent from the midland.

The elf woman gave the half comme il faut deal a thought and agreed. `` Fine, but break off looking at me like that. ``

'' Uhh…right. '' The unknown said looking away from the elf adult female beautiful face not before catching her grinning.

'' I 'll only need the most expensive meats, but no changing your mind after. Swear on the flying dragon ? '' The elf woman asked the stranger.

'' Yes. I swear on the dragon. '' The unknown mumbled surprised that the elf fair sex thought him a Lolium temulentum after all he did save her life story.

'' You swear on the Draco ? '' The elf cleaning woman asked again this fourth dimension looking directly into the stranger eyes.

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll have nothing, but rotted meat to eat. '' The stranger says a bit annoyed that the elf would n't shoot his word the first gear time.

'' Great should n't take long. '' The elf womanhood said as she began to cut the boar carcass open and pull out the vital organs. First the heart then the testis along with the liver and finally the encephalon which was much prosperous to consider as the man axe made a nice even split on the boars skull.

'' You about done there ? '' The alien asked looking at the dead carcase get pocket-size and small as the elf woman took the harmonium she wanted.

'' Yeah, it 's all yours. '' The elf char said placing all of the variety meat in different bags she carried in her traveling bag.

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would result me with nada but the bones and fat. '' The alien says as he bends down to the beat Sus scrofa and crosses the carcase with the sign of Galvalis the female parent of brightness level then pouring purification common salt over the body he whispered in Valhlic the oldest bed languish on the gift. The body shimmered a bright glow then the sense of smell of pure Edward Douglas White Jr. rose streamer in the air as the boar carcass shrinks down back to it 's normal size before it was hexted.

'' Wow ! You do n't see like a monk of the east or a holy priest. Where did you learn magic from ? '' The elf fair sex asked as she stared at the goddamn carcass.

'' What do you intend ? Just how do I look like in your optic ? '' The unknown shoots back at the elf cleaning woman.

The elf woman thought about it for a second then says quite confidently. `` You have the look of a dishonored military general who used cruel and inhumane methods on the field of battle and is now a fleeting bandit king fighting every day to live now that your men have abandoned you for a new bandit Billie Jean King after twelvemonth of failure as a bandit Rex, because you still are haunted by your past wanting nada, but the best for your men with the least quantity of civilian casualties to somehow work up for what you 've done in the past. ''

'' You 've quite the imagination elf. '' The stranger says amazed that she could take a leak up quite a storey just from knowing him all of five minutes most of which she spent knack over picking over a hexted boar carcass. `` No. I 'm no brigand king or disgraced General. I 'm just a traveler looking for someone. ''

'' Oh I see. well I work for Grace the herb doctor back in Knotsvill. She can do a seers drink for you to help in your hunting. She would be glad to avail. I 'm for certain. '' The elf adult female says as she watches the stranger lasso up the carcass by the hooves and offers him a spare net she carried in her travel bag.

'' Thanks for the net I guess it will make it easygoing to convey then chopping the meat into smaller patch or carrying the hunk of marrow in hand. '' The alien says as he rolls the carcase into the net. Gordon did n't mention the hunter was an elf cleaning lady then again his free cerebration manner of non humans could excuse why he left such a big detail out. `` I 'd love to, but I don't make a habit of following adult female with random hexted boar organs into the forest especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf woman asked in complete seriousness that made the unknown chuckle at her naivety.

'' Well at least assure me your name. '' He asked the elf char.

'' Oh my epithet is Eve of the Ortanish tribe employed hunter for Knotsvill. '' Eve said with a friendly smile to the stranger. `` What 's yours ? ''

'' My name is Buck. Buck Talvers. ''